Uncle. Again.
I’ve become an uncle again. It still hits just as hard every time, a mix of joy, pride, and that reminder that life keeps moving fast.
There’s something special about seeing another little person join the family. You start thinking about what they’ll be like, who they’ll look like, and all the stories waiting to happen.
Being an uncle is the sweet spot, close enough to care deeply but far enough to keep your sleep. You show up, make memories, and get to be part of their world in your own way.
Another tiny human. More laughter. More love. I’ll take it.